The Storm (Written Jan 27 2010)

As fog curls into evergreens
And seawind touches shore
I listen to its angry chant
And hear the trees implore

Its mercy with their creaking boughs.
Its answer is a crack
Of severed limb on rocks below
As a great fir breaks its back

And tiny creatures scurrying
To find a better place.
The storm grows bold as night arrives
To hide its angry face.

A thousand years of Nature’s work
Are gone when morning comes.
At last the peace beyond the storm
Has silenced last night’s drums.

© 2010  Pam H. Murray

(Note:  This is about the hurricane that hit Stanley Park in Vancouver British Columbia)